The garage was a separate building from the house. There was about twenty feet between them with a flat rock footpath from one to the other. Inside the garage was a Lincoln Navigator and a Shelby Cobra. There was also an old Ford Woody Station Wagon that looked like it had never been driven out of the showroom. There wasn't enough space in the Cobra for thre...
My story begins rather different than most, you see I am already at an end. My end to be exact, although even in death you may still find love, you may still crave the warmth of flesh long after yours has gone cold. I think it was the warmth inside that drew me to her; it was what gave my long cold body the felling of lust once again. It is that reason that...
TO READERS: Disregard the spelling and grammer. This is still a story in progress. Every so often I'll go through to tweak the story or add additional details. For the most part the events shouldn't change. Please feel free to leave any comments. Enjoy My name is Richard Everhard but everyone calls me Dick, Dick Everhard. I'm a simple guy. I lived alone in...
"Do you, Elizabeth Michelle Chancery, take this man, Bruce Fitzpatrick Calahan, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, in poverty, as in wealth, for as long as you both shall live?" the priest asked the rather obviously pregnant and mature br...
#4: The Foundation They walked into the room in a line, parading past us. Seventeen women, all young (or at least young-ish) and dressed to impress, doing their best to stand out among her peers to one of the eight of us men. Each of us sat by ourselves at a small bistro table, each carefully not looking at one another as we surveyed the lovely ladies walki...
August 23, First Entry! The number one thing everyone has told me to do to become a good writer is to read a lot of books. I usually just say fuck that because it just results in unnecessary copying and then you just claim that the writers you read are just an "influence" and that you're still original. In all actuality, original thought no longer exists. S...
Rapunzel: Act I - The Beginning People have long desired to acquire things that they should not. Perhaps this is part of the human condition. Today it is the quest for money, or power, or fame. But once upon a time in an age long since passed there lived an old couple. Rowan the cabinetmaker and his wife Hazel owned a modest cottage at the edge of the Great...
Dear lord, why am I always besieged by idiots? That's the question I often ask myself these days. Seriously. As the leader of the Pack, I've made numerous sacrifices for the well-being of those who depend on me. It seems that lately, all we do is fighting. The internecine wars between rival Packs have claimed many lives. I seriously wish my people would stop...
Korsa and Shazza were puttering around, monitoring the time as they minded the trio plugged into the Spock. Alex, Kasumi and Natalya had plugged themselves in, going off on a mental jaunt through Alex's mind. The search for answers was a constant one, but the ones they needed lay locked in the man's mind. Somehow, he'd been left a clue about this new energy...
Jeremy had a problem, and that problem was himself. He really, really liked slut collars. Now on its own, this wasn't such a big deal. Most guys were fond of them, didn't even count as a fetish these days. The difference between Jeremy and those other guys is that they imagined collars clasped around some hot babe's neck. Jeremy preferred them around his ow...